I just keep reading this over and over again, shaking my head and wondering how this woman was ever capable of writing a bestseller, let alone ever capable of having any sense of reality whatsoever.
BTW, I was amused by imagining her reaction to the first hit when she googles “Lestat” 
She’ll have a shit-fit when she sees www.lestats.com …
Uh, yes, that being the first hit when she googles “Lestat”, that being what I just said…
Do they really mean “advertently”? That’s very surprising if true.
Heh. Wow, it looks like Patricia Cornwell has some competition in the most egotistical, overrated, can’t-write-to-save-her-soul drama whore department.
So it looks like she’s counting her made-for-TV movies.
Anybody know if her bio is accurate? Because this
Would explain alot as to why she’s so damned nutty.
Maybe if she stopped writing books that SUCK, she’ll stop getting bad reviews.
Go to Amazon and read some of her reviews. THIS woman is a professional writer? Misspellings, words used to mean something they don’t mean, and a lovely ass kissing review of-surprise suprise!-The Passion of the Christ! (With her love of blood and gore and Catholic porn, she was probably having multiple orgasms right there in the theater).
I’ll admit, that my spelling absolutely sucks. But, I’m not a professional writer, who also brags about not needing an editor.
Do you think there’s a correlation between having a sense of reality and the ability to write a best seller? The contrary seems to be more the norm…
Since I used to work in a bookstore, I had to read a variety of authors that I normally wouldn’t. Anne Rice was one on the list. I was ok with The Mummy, but I kept trying to slit my wrists with the pages when Interview with the Vampire was on my reading list. I did enjoy the sleeping beauty series though. (It was a small used and rare bookstore, and at the time not an easy series to get, allegedly).
Lady, for the love of all things cute and fuzzy, get an editor or stop writing, either is groovy with me. Oh, and according to imdb, she’s moving to Florida, so hopefully you guys in New Orleans will get a break.
Since I’m waaaaaay behind on my author gossip, what’d Patricia Cornwell do to make her an uber drama queen as well?
This review is absolutely brilliant
Although, I’m not sure what I mean by brilliant. Perhaps I mean incomprehensable crap written by someone who’s either whacked out of their gourd on drugs or is just barking nuts.
I’m shocked by the fact she apparently doesn’t know how to use the enter key to create paragraph breaks, and yet she’s a published writer.
Maybe that’s what I’ve been doing wrong in my writing…or maybe I don’t browbeat people enough.
If she’s the one I’m thinking of, she claims to have solved the Jack the Ripper case, claiming that a painting proves that it had to be the artist who did it. Supposedly, she was going to take the painting apart, or rip up the canvas to examine it or something like that. For a painting that is from the 1880s, or whatever, that’s pretty evil, at least as far as I’m concerned.
It’s accurate. Her given name is Howard Allen O’Brien.
And to take up for Anne just a little… there’s an enormous, sprawling celeb-based RPG game online where the players try to blur the line between fact and fiction as much as possible. Technically, they’re always supposed to post vivid disclaimers on their journal/blog/website that there are NOT the person they are playing, but most of them do it in a hidden way, i.e. posting a link to a disclaimer page with vague link text. There are, indeed, several people who play Lestat and claim to be the person Anne based that character on [when in fact she based Lestat on her late husband, poet and painter Stan Rice]. I can see how she would be confused, especially seeing how she isn’t very web-savvy.
Oh, and I absolutely adore Anne and I love much of her writing… but yes. Her cheese parted ways with the cracker a long time ago.
Doubtful. I found my copies at B. Dalton.
Miller , do you mind if I ask about when you bought your copies? I had a hard time getting mine and it was a while ago, but when my friend got tired of borrowing them, she was able to go out and buy a nice easy to find boxed set. Yes, I was rather envious. Maybe its because I worked at a used book store and it was one of those things that people didn’t like to get rid of … or couldn’t get rid of. 
Guin, thanks, now I remember the Jack the Ripper book/scandal gig. A friend was going to buy the book she wrote about it for me, but then he figured that if the mystery had been solved, I’d have told him. If anyone’s interested this is a pretty nifty Jack the Ripper site, and I think they talk about the Patricia Cornwall thing.
Now let us go back to the goodness and fun of hating on Anne Rice.
It doesn’t look like any of those TV movies were based on The Vampire Chronicles series, though. So I think the article just screwed up.
This reminds me of a conversation I once had about Rice and her work with a friend. We were discussing the character of Lestat, and how completely ludicrous he was. He’s not just a vampire, oh no! That’s not special enough! He’s the most powerful vampire in the world! And he only drinks the blood of bad guys! And aside from (of course) being fabulously wealthy and handsome, he’s also a rock star! Who rides a motorcycle! And on top of that…on top of that…well, we were both literally crying with laughter at this point, and it took a while for us to choke out the sentence that we both wanted to conclude with: “HE CAN FLY!”
As the character is a vampire this might not seem all that silly at first thought, but Lestat doesn’t simply do a bit of levitating or turn into a bat or something. He zooms around like Superman. The character is such a pathetic Mary Sue (Marty Stu?) that I’m not surprised that Rice claims he’s based on her late husband. Writing about Lestat is obviously just wish fulfillment for her, and while I don’t object to that in principle I also don’t think one should expect others to read and enjoy it.
Ahhh, I just found Anne’s response to the negative Amazon.com reviews of Blood Canticle. Had to go find the actual text elsewhere as Amazon deleted it.
Dear Anne,
I do truly love you quite a bit as a person and even more so as an author, even though it’s not really cool to admit either of those.
Please stop being such a silly bitch and crawl out from beneath your massive ego before you die under there. If you don’t, it’s going to get to the point where I can no longer defend your insanity and instead will have to suffice with “…I know. I just love her, okay?!”
Always your adoring fan,
chatelaine
P.S. I can’t wait until people hear you’re writing the autobiography of Christ. That’s *really * gonna send 'em into overdrive.
I think it just screwed up as well, now that I see Tucker’s list.
You forgot that Lestat constantly has a raging erection. :eek:
Oh, but don’t you know? Now Lestat has become…a saint. Seriously, an honest to goodness, canonized Catholic saint. (He’s based on her husband, but also on her, I believe)
Now, some authors can do self-insertion. Mercedes Lackey, for example, has a minor character named “Misty”, which is Lackey’s nickname. Misty is a Herald-chronicler, hopelessly near-sited (wears glasses), plain, sort of nerdy, bookish, with an odd sense of humor. However, the Misty character works because she’s not constantly in the lime-light, she isn’t perfect, and she seems to be a way for the author to poke fun at herself.
Now, Lestat on the other hand, is SOOOO handsome, and Sooooo popular, and soooo “perfect” (as perfect as a bisexual, Byronic vampire/rockstar/Catholic saint can be!).